C87 I Don't Want to Touch You!

"Nightmare?" Cassius's hand was still on Diantha's neck. He raised his other hand and pushed away the hair on her forehead. When he felt her trembling, his eyes darkened, and the corner of his lips curled up slightly. "What kind of nightmare is it?"

His tone was gentle, and when he said those words, it was as if he was whispering to a lover.

Diantha's hand was still on her neck